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DOROTHY VALTER BARUCH 

























THE FUNNY 
LITTLE BOY 



By Dorothy Walter Baruch 

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LOTHROP, LEE and SHEPARD COMPANY 

Boston New \ork 


1936 









COPYRIGHT 1936 

BY LOTHROP, LEE AND SHEPARD COMPANY 


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LITHOGRAPHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 
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THE FUNNY 
LITTLE BOY 


Once there was a little boy. They called him Sneeger. 
He went through the day with skipping feet. He liked 
funny things. He liked to laugh. There were so many 
things in the world to laugh at. 



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A little girl moved into the house next door. They 
called her Lorna. Sneeger saw that her feet were slow 
and that she had a frown between her eyes. The cor¬ 
ners of her mouth turned down. She never sang. She 
never laughed. 


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“Poor Lorna,” thought Sneeger. He wanted her to 
play with him, but all she would do was stand with the 
frown between her eyes and stare sadly. 

And then one day, Sneeger had an idea. He would 
show Lorna something funny. He would make her 
laugh and if she once laughed with him she would play 
with him. It would be easy. 



















“Look Lorna,” he cried, “I’ll show you something 
funny.” 

With that he took off his shoes. And he took off his 
socks. And he took off his sweater. Then he put his 
legs through the arms of his sweater as if the arms were 
trousers. And he put a sock on each of his EARS. And 
he put a shoe on each of his hands and wiggled them. 

But Lorna did not laugh. She did not even smile. She 
just frowned and looked sad and ever so gloomy. 















So Sneeger took his red bucket from the sand box. 
Up, he put it, on top of his head. And then quickly he 
bent his head forward so that the bucket dropped, plop- 
bong kerplop, down, onto the ground. 

But Lorna did not laugh. She only looked sad and 
ever so gloomy. 











Sneeger must try something else. He climbed onto 
his swing. But instead of making the swing go straight 
back and forth, he made it jiggle and go crooked — 
wobbeldy wobbeldy from side to side. 

It felt funny. Maybe it would make Lorna laugh. 
But no, it didn’t. 




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So Sneeger took his teddy bear. He climbed with it 
to the top of his high slide. There he gave it a push. 

Swish, the teddy bear went lickety down the slide and 
turned a sprawling somersault at the bottom. 

But Lorna did not laugh. She still looked sad and 
ever so gloomy. 


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“Oh dear,” sighed Sneeger, “I wish I could make 
her laugh. But it isn’t so easy!” 

So he sat down and thought and thought. 

And as he was sitting, he spied the old lady who lived 
behind his house carrying a waste-basket full of papers 
to burn when all of a sudden a wind started blowing. 
And puff, the papers from the basket blew UP into the 
air. Some blew this way. Some blew that way. This way! 
That way! Puff! Everywhere the papers flew. 

It looked so funny, Sneeger had to laugh. “Look,” 
he cried to Lorna. 

But not a laugh did she laugh, not a smile did she 
smile. She kept right on looking sad and ever so gloomy. 











Sneeger must try again. 

So he picked a brown stick from among the flowers 
where it lay. He carried it to a big tub of water that 
stood in the laundry yard, and with the stick he slapped 
the water—so that the water splattered, splash, splash, 
SPLASH! 

And he stirred the water and stirred and sang, 

“Mungaloo, mungaloo 
Mud, mud 
Mud pudding!” 

He had to laugh. Surely Lorna would too. But no, 
she still looked sad and ever so gloomy. 













And then Sneeger had several ideas all at one time. 
“I can kick like a horse,” said Sneeger; and he kicked 
his legs out friskily behind him. 















“I can sit up and bark like a dog,” said Sneeger. And 
he sat on his haunches and barked “Gruff wuff, bow¬ 
wow wow wow!” And he hung his tongue out the way 
dogs do. 











And I can hop like a rabbit... 













“And make my mouth go like a gold-fish... 

Still Lorna did not laugh, but went right on looking 
sad and ever so gloomy. 















Then Sneeger ran onto the lawn. And there he 
jumped and went FLOP and rolled over and kicked 
and kicked his feet. And he laughed because it seemed 
so funny. 

But Lorna just stared sadly at him. 

















It was then that Sneeger felt something tickling his 
face. With his finger he found that it was a lady-bug 
crawling up his nose—creeping, crawling—slowly up 
his nose. He let it crawl on slowly, while he laughed 
again. 

“See?” he asked Lorna. 

But never a smile did Lorna smile. Her face was still 
sad and ever so gloomy. 











Sneeger stood still. He didn’t know what else to do. 
He had tried so many things. But nothing had done any 
good. 

“Dear, oh dear, oh dear,” sighed Sneeger. 

He didn’t feel like laughing any more himself. He 
felt sad and he looked sad. Sneeger looked SAD and 
ever so GLOOMY. His feet felt slow, the corners of 
his mouth turned down, and a frown had come between 
his eyes. He stared sadly at Lorna. 

And then—all of a sudden— 

Lorna opened her mouth and started to laugh. She 
laughed and laughed. Sneeger couldn’t understand it. 
He didn’t see anything funny just then to laugh at. 

“Oh look, oh look,” laughed Lorna. And she pointed 
at Sneeger. “Sneeger, you’re so funny when you look 
that sad and gloomy. I never thought you could look 
so funny!” 















Then Sneeger knew why Lorna was laughing. And 
he started to laugh too, and together they laughed and 
laughed. 

Now Lorna would play with him. She was no longer 
sad and ever so gloomy. Sneeger at last had made her 
laugh. 



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